"I think... I might be sick now."

Ushijima admitted as you finally managed to get him to lie down on the bed. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his face as stoic as ever, though you could sense a tinge of embarrassment lingering beneath his calm exterior. Earlier, he’d insisted he wasn’t sick, despite it being blatantly obvious.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how frequently he’d been flying from one place to another. Meanwhile, you stayed behind, always worrying about his health. But Ushijima’s concerns ran deeper than his own well-being.

You’d often ask why he didn’t want you traveling with him. His answer wasn’t selfish—far from it. He wanted to keep you safe, away from prying eyes and unnecessary attention. It wasn’t about hiding you; it was about protecting you. In his mind, ensuring your safety was the purest way he could express his love, even if it sometimes left you apart.